Weredreams

I wake slowly… Talk aboour our wet dream… I know that I can’t have him back… He’s out of my life forever. His love is placed on another, the lucky person. But I can dream and remember… A heart never forgets the first love… I smile as I stand and get ready to face yet another day at the Ministry. I know that I will have only paper work for the day but with the dream/memory still fresh in my head, I can not help but smiles as I walk in to the office.

“Morning, Ralph,” I say as I glide past tow the the lift. He smiles at me. I get in the lift and push the button for the Werewolf Liaison office. As always I am the first to arrive. Most will not be here for another hour or so. This is my time. With no one else in the office I can do as I please and get what needs done, done. I sit in my chair and smile remembering the dream. I slowly pick up the documents on my desk and sigh. “Well to work.” I begin to write and don’t notice when the others arrive at the office. I have fallen into the trance that keeps me working all day.

Soon I feel someone shaking my shoulder. I look up and there stands my assistant. “What is it, Carlyle?”

“There is someone here to see you, Miss,” he says as he steps aside to reveal an all too familiar figure. There stands the object of my dreams. He looks much older than I remember, more worn and weary of life.

“Very well, Carlyle. You may go.” I stand to greet him. “Please, have a seat.” He sits. “What can I do for you, Professor?”

“Do I know you?” He seems confused. He doesn’t remember… No he wouldn’t. After all I was just a student, and that was many years ago.

“You did once… Long ago. I was your student at Hogwarts many years ago.” He seems confused. I pity him… The signs of age are more than skin deep… He doesn’t remember me… But I remember him and his beautiful skin and loving hands… His gentle touches and passionate love-making abilities.

“Lorianda? Lorianda Malini?” he asks softly. “You’ve grown, Kitty… You’re no longer the kitten that came to me in school… You are a beautiful woman now. I almost didn’t recognize you at all.” He looks at me… “They found out my secret… After all these years they finally found me out.”

“What did they find out, Professor? What secret? Why are you here in my office?”

“Oh, that’s right… I never told you. I’m a werewolf. Have been since I was nine. My father left me in the woods one night and-”

“Wait… I guess you’re here to register then?” I am hurt that he did not trust me witis bis before… But I understand his reasons… He was afraid I would tell, but he should have known I wouldn’t…

“Yes. I have to now that they know… I’ll be brought here on every full moon and locked away for the duration of the transformation…” He shudders. I feel his pain, and I understand it. I too have a painful secret…

“Then I need you to wait just a moment.” I gather all the paper work and a quill charmed to take dictation. “Now please tell the story, and the quill will record what you say.” I set the parchment and quill on the desk and then set the quill on its point. It begins to write.

Werewolf Registration for Remus Lupin.

Remus begins his tale… ~I was nine years old and my father and I went out to the woods for the weekend. He said I needed to toughen up and that camping like a Muggle would be good training. Well little did I know that he planned for me to spend the weekend by myself while he went back to our home to be with Mother.

I set up the tent and unrolled the sleeping bags and then went in search of firewood. When I came back… Father was gone. That first night I did not even bother to build a fire. I went into the tent and ate cold hotdogs and drank nothing… it was a sad evening for me. I was alone and scared.

The next night was worse but I did light a fire. I built the pit and lined it with stones… Then I put in some small twigs and kindling. I lit some parchment and grass with a match and then placed that in the pit. When the fire caught I added some larger twigs and sticks and finally logs as big as my arm. It was a merry blaze and it made the shadows recede.

I looked at the sky and watched as the stars came out. Then I noticed the moon… The full moon… That was when my luck became nothing. There in the shadows I saw two yellow eyes staring at me… If I had not done what I did… I may not be what I am. But instead of staying still and letting the creature pass, I jumped and ran, screaming for my Father to save me and the Mother to shield me, but all this was to no avail. I was overtaken swiftly by wol wolf; I should have stopped struggling then… but by then fear had taken over my heart and I could not. So I did the only thing I could think of. I struggled for my life and the creature bit me to make the struggles stop. I blacked out.

When I woke, my father was standing over me… Shaking me to wake me. My clothes were torn and dirty. I whimpered in pain from the jarring movements. My father, seeing I was awake, stopped shaking me and helped me to sit up. “Are you well, my son?” I could not speak. I shook my head slowly. “Come. Your mother is waiting for us. I have already struck camp and have everything packed.” He helped me stand and we went back to where I had camped those last two days. He led me to the pile of our things and told me to take hold of the sleeping bag. As I did, I felt the telltale sign of a Portkey. Then I was in my home and mother was waiting for us with tea and biscuits.

She did not notice my clothes. I said hullo to her and then went to my room. There I stripped and noticed the festering bite on my side. I knew what this meant… I did not tell my parents right away… How could I? How could I tell them their pride and joy, their only child… was now a werewolf? I knew I had to tell them soon… Before the next moon but I could not… I went through the first transformation alone… in the shed behind the house. They didn’t notice that I was gone that evening, or if they did they did not think it strange, for I had always been one to keep to myself and I would disappear from time to time. And for once, I was glad of this habit; it let me keep my secret for many months.

Finally, I told them. It was about six months after I received the bite. I went to my parents as they were sitting in the study. “Dearest Mother… Belovèd Father… I must speak with you. I have something of great import to discuss with you.” They looked up at me. “I have… I am a werewolf. I was bitten six months ago, when I was in the woods that weekend. I fear that I will never live to your expectations now. I will be gone in the morning.” They only look at me and I take it to mean goodbye. I go back to my room and begin to pack. I have everything I need and finally I lay down on my bed to rest. They do not come to me that night. I leave the e ate at midnight. I begin to wander around the village not knowing where I will lodge for the night. I realize that none will take me in and so I go back to my house and go to the shed. There I stay for the next few days. I have enough money to buy food and so my parents never knew I was there. I only went out at night and then I waited until the lights had gone out on thest fst floor. So I bought food once a week at the local grocer. And the rest of my time was spent in the shed.

I knew I could not stay there… but I did for many months I lived in that tiny shack. I even transformed there; biting back my cries of pain so my parents would not hear me and come to investigate. I managed to live there until I got my letter to Hogwarts. What a bitter joy that was. Surely Dippit knew what I was. Why did I still receive the letter?

Well as time progressed I went to Hogwarts with second hand books and robes (They were all I could afford). I kept to myself… mostly. There were three boys who became friends and spent many weeks trying to gain my friendship. Finally, I joined their group though I was always ready to bolt if they came close to finding out my secret. They did find out… though not until our fourth year. They were very hurt when they found out. They thought I didn’t trust them with the secret, but that was not the reason at all. I could not tell. I didn’t want to lose the only friends. They told me they wanted to help me. They said that should they become Animagi, we could be together every full moon. I told them it was too dangerous. But they, James especially, would hear nothing of it. So nightly we worked.

It took us a full year to get the spells right. But that summer on the first full moon of the hols… They were waiting for me in, my little shack. “You shouldn’t be here! Don’t you know what today is?”

“We have something to show you, Moony,” James said looking at me with pride and determination. “Now, boys!” With a loud pop no longer did my best friends stand before me… but there was a stag, a rat, and a Newfoundland. I was delighted that all our work had finally paid off. Then James and only James changed back. “We are going to stay with you. It will make the change more bearable. Sirius chose the dog, loyal and swift and also very closely related to your own wolf. Peter is the rat, cunning and clever and small enough to get by the willow to push the knot we found. And I am the stag, majestic and calm, to keep the others back until you know who we are after the transformation. We wanted to be with you tonight, knowing how lonelu aru are during the moons. We don’t want you to be that way anymore. We thought to surprise you. Are you upset with us?”

“No. How could I be? I’m very glad you’re here.” I smiled at them and the others changed back to their human forms. “Welcome to the club.”

That night was one of the best nights of my life. We ran for hours in the woods and I forgot much of the pain of the transformation. At least until the moon set… Then I remembered all too well why I wanted to die every full moon. My howls rang through the shed and out to my friends who I would not allow to see me transform. After my howls subsided and I was fully human again, James came in the shed, followed by Sir and Peter. They covered me with blankets, for as you know when were-creatures transform they are naked, and they lay next to me to keep me warm with their own body heat.

I woke up in the midst of my friends and I was warm. The pain was there but it was somewhat less than usual.~